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Work, feed birds, blow bubbles on balcony in sunshine, work, cook, go out with friends.
Not a bad life, really.
Dump child, procrastinate, work, procrastinate, blog, procrastinate, work, fetch child, cook, eat, drink, drink, drink, sleep.
Good good... I was hoping for a little more details on the work though. Like this: I shout at children to make them cleverer.
I read rubbish and recycle it as proper prose.
Like that?
*As little as possible*
help fix sick babies.
sorry; couldn't make it any more clever than that. :)
I charm people into speaking Irish.
Arrange and present figures and worry about redundancy.
Translate some words and be my own secretary.
Write hackneyed marketing blurb for software companies, drink tea and make cakes.
Not a bad life, but not very fulfilling. Apart from the cakes, that is.
Piddle about.
Write, edit, wish for more lucrative vocation to fall on head.
Read blogs.
Ben - yes indeed - funny how so many bloggers write for a living.
Tara - awwww! I salute you!
Rosie - fab. Does it say 'Charmer' on your passport?
Geoff - there'll always be work for people good at numbers...
BiB - do you chase yourself around the desk?
Patroclus, why not run a teashop like the lady in Cold Comfort Farm?
DH - nice.
B - set up an entirely fictitious anonymous sex blog, watch the traffic increase, place ads on the blog - voila! You need never worry about money again.
Tim - nice work if you can get it.
Annie – * text removed to save B.'s career *
the lovely people who work for airport security seem to think it says "Terrorist".
Teach Japanese teenagers how to write research papers in English, mark said research papers, go back to step one and repeat till fade.
Use eccentric and wilfully arcane English to help people address their IT problems.
Think up clever ideas for promoting the products of a large Japanese consumer electronics company, and drink tea, lots and lots of tea.
I take news from journalists and make it into radio.
Dream and make lots of phone calls and have creative discussions and write a bit and organise lots of people to do the same thing at once and get cross with people because they are flakes and look out the window laughing at a getting very fat Boy George in Pret A Manger over-gesticulating to his hangers on in track suit bottoms because he is now too fat to wear anything else.
B - say no more.
Rosie - really? Is that in Ireland, or elsewhere?
Beastie - do you have to speak Japanese for that, or do you make them speak in English?
King of Scurf - aah. Have you seen these? http://archive.salon.com/21st/chal/1998/02/10chal2.html
LC, tea is essential for the creative process. It mends broken synapses.
Del, aah, that's what you do all day, I did wonder.
RoMo, I like your job. Hooray for Boy George! I worship Boy George - the fatter he is, the more of him there is!
no, everywhere.
Buy things for the NHS, get shouted at by cunts.
talk to people who don't interest me about information that doesn't interest me so I can write articles about topics that don't interest me, deal with internecine strife, read message boards about stuff that does interest me but doesn't pay the bills.
Sit around on the off-chance that someone will need me to do something.
Rockmother, I am terribly jealous of you. A combination of creative discussions and getting angry at people sounds like my ideal job.
I sit, and wait, vaguely fulfilling the terms of an agreement of employment while hoping that the day will end soon and that all subsequent days will be short, until such time as I can get out of here.
Seems Thoreau's observation about quiet desperation still rings true today.
Not Enough.
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